Caught online

Jamie white sissy sat cross-legged in his room, his tiny hairless limp dick, slightly twitching as he searched and looked at all the BNWO propaganda. He himself was surrounded by posters of social justice warriors and the stark and sexy contrast of black men and white women.

His computer hummed quietly as he scrolled through his favorite forums, a digital bastion of like-minded individuals. He felt a peculiar kinship with them, a shared belief that white women should serve the black community as a symbol of true equality. His heart raced as he posted another comment, advocating for the BLM and BNWO movements with a fervor that could only come from someone who felt a deep connection to the cause.

One day, Jamie's digital crusade took a turn. Emma, oblivious to her son's online escapades, walked into the room to check on him. She had noticed his increased time online and the way his eyes lingered on her lately. She had always been a beautiful woman, with her voluptuous curves and golden hair that cascaded down her back. Her ass was the envy of many, big bubble butt that no jeans or leggings could contain always jiggling and wiggling as she walked. She caught Jamie staring at the screen and raised an eyebrow. "What's going on in here?" she asked, her voice light and teasing.

Jamie's heart raced as he frantically tried to minimize the browser window. "N...nothing, Mom," he stuttered, his voice cracking.

Emma's gaze narrowed. "What do you have there?" she inquired, a hint of curiosity in her tone. She stepped closer to his desk, reaching out to grab the mouse and pull the window back up.

Jamie's eyes widened in horror as she scanned the screen. "It's nothing, Mom, just a... a discussion," he tried to explain, his voice trailing off.

Emma leaned in closer, her eyes widening as she read the message. "A discussion?" she repeated, her voice dripping with sarcasm. "Looks like you've been a naughty boy, sharing pictures of me with strangers." She didn't look upset, rather amused. "And what's this about serving the black community?"

Jamie shrunk in his chair, feeling his cheeks burn. "I-I didn't mean to, Mom," he stuttered. "It's just something I believe in."

Emma leaned back and crossed her arms, her eyes never leaving the screen. "So, you think I should be with a black man?" she said, her voice deceptively calm.

Jamie nodded, his eyes glued to the floor. "It's just what they say on the forums," he mumbled.

Emma's smile grew sly, and she took a step closer to him. "But what do you think?" she pressed, her hand resting on his shoulder. "Do you think I should be with a black man?"

Jamie gulped, his heart thumping in his chest. He had fantasized about this moment countless times, but he had never thought it would play out like this. "I-I do, Mom," he murmured, unable to meet her gaze.

Emma leaned down, her ample chest pressing against his arm. "Why is that, Jamie?" she whispered, her breath hot in his ear.

Jamie's eyes snapped up to hers, his voice shaking with excitement. "Because, Mom, white guys just don't have what it takes to fill a woman like you," he blurted out. "You're so big and bubbly, so...curvy. Only a big black cock can truly satisfy a white woman like you."

Emma's smile widened, her blue eyes gleaming with mischief. "Is that so?" she murmured, her hand sliding down to rest on her hip. "Tell me more, Jamie."

Jamie swallowed hard, his eyes darting to the screen and back to her. "It's just, Mom, the way black men are built. They're so...so much more than white guys. They're strong, and they know how to handle a woman like you," he said, his voice growing a bit bolder. "They're like kings, and white women should be their queens."

Emma chuckled, the sound low and knowing. "So, you want to see me with a black king?" she asked, her hand moving to gently stroke his cheek.